Purple Jesus
not jess
Yeah love espresso, but do like it milky in the morning.Have you tried an espresso?
Good espresso with good beans, you don't even need sugar.
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Yeah love espresso, but do like it milky in the morning.Have you tried an espresso?
Good espresso with good beans, you don't even need sugar.
I bet he barley cracked a grin.Bet you had a rye smile on your face when you posted that.
I think he meant the golden triangle essentially all the rich areas in perth are arranged in a triangle.What's the triangle?
Would you say this discussion is turning into a bit of a circus?
maybe, but what I would ask is, is a bird in a cluster of trees more valuable than two birds in a bush?Would you say this discussion is turning into a bit of a circus?
Bicco to the locals
A bird wood.Would a bird fly there?
I never met Dave but his dad was Gus and lived 2 houses away in Lee pl. Bought my first motley set of golf clubs from him about 30 years ago.BICTON BREEZES (1976) by Dave Warner
Of course I remember the service station
And the boys who roasted chestnuts
Out the back and told dirty jokes of a Saturday.
No I don't recall the tram to Point Walter
I wasn't born then and by now it's all altered
A band I understand would play by the river
And boys off to war would hold girls who would shiver
Ah, even Bicton suffered.
If they hadn't died there never would be
Boys coming home late from football training on the 159
And housewives who contemplate a suicide by the washing line and
Love their children
And their husband
And their car
And their family tree.
Do you recall the FJ
And the trips to school?
Stephen Bizacca always won the loose football
And Sister often read to us
Stories 'bout the saints
I was an altar boy at benediction.
And if there's one thing that I learnt there
It's be always what you ain't
That applies to all beliefs and all convictions.
'Cause what you are is meaningless as things described as quaint
Especially if you're born a kid in Bicton.
Oh we all congregated
At the fish and chip shop
Nicely situated
Just by the 148 stop
While fish were frying we were eyein' each other
Cooked, salted, vinegared, goodbyin’
And your mother was watching
Then a new car was something (Special it seemed)
Adopted our money (Fostered our dreams)
Of tropical isles (but Kouzinas is Greek)
And Mediterranean smiles (but that was last week)
While fish was cookin’ I was lookin’ ahead
Sometimes I missed my bus but then I got my fish instead.
Oh the Kouzinas Brothers, Jimmy and Don
Had a fish and chip shop
Nicely situated
By the 148 stop.
PdeA bird wood.